velvetpage and I started watching
Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom last night. We remembered why we hadn't watched it in years. I don't think I've bothered to watch it since I was in 7th grade.
Both of us dislike the female lead intensely. I find her feathery, blow-dried 80s hair more annoying than anything else in the movie, including the comical and/or villainous negative Indian stereotypes.
I'm also irritated by the suspension of disbelief required for a couple of scenes. I can accept magic stones and an evil priest with the power to pluck living hearts from a man's chest... but, man, why would anyone fly a small plane load of chickens from Shanghai to Tibet, with an apparent layover for refueling in Chongking? Why would the Chinese pilots ditch the plane over the Indian Himalayas, instead of, oh, say, China?
Magic is fine. But I always had trouble suspending my common sense!